Kaylyn ate her first tooth. Or so she thinks. It was loose for a long time, until the day she came back from kindergarten with a hole and a story about losing it at lunch.
So no tooth fairy for the first time out. She lost numbers two and three in quick succession. We saved them up in a Ziploc and told her the tooth fairy would come and get them soon. Not having a point of reference, she didn’t care too much. We forgot after a day or two.
After number four came out at home one day, we put it in a Ziploc bag, Shar found the other two, and we tucked all three under her pillow when she went to bed that night. The only problem was, we woke up to sobs. Turns out no one told the tooth fairy. Oops. So I told her that the tooth fairy hadn’t heard, and that I would make sure and email the busy fairy and ask her to stop by our house the next night, which she did.
The other day Kaylyn came home from Kindergarten with tooth number five in a small, plastic, taped-over treasure chest. She said, “Daddy, email the tooth fairy!” Fortunately I remembered at 2 am when Shar got up to use the restroom. Whew! This tooth fairy business is tough.
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